The girl’s fake brow arched, curving a line between her two enchanting eyes. Her mouth was now hanging open, not unattractively, but just slightly enough it was obvious. A good sized tongue formed perfectly between her sharp bottom fangs, moving slightly with each pant. Each tooth beamed in the light, an extremely bright glare. Like the sun, staring directly at it was temporarily blinding, but still it was tempting. Everything about her was tempting in some way. Her fur, which seemed so soft and gentle, made anyone want to touch it. Her golden eyes, they were so deep and inviting, many hoped she’d never blink. She was the creature stories were based on, but so dark and deadly, now staring admiringly at Tlarx, her new leader in training.
His deep voice kept her listening. She kept hanging off each breath he took, impatiently waiting for his next sentence. She wasn’t too sleepy, or hungry. Her belly was nice and content, her energy level high. That made her keener, catching every single movement around her. It was almost strange. You could ask her how many clouds were in the sky, she’d know. How many birds had passed by in the last hundred seconds, she could tell you. Every detail around Lost Lake she knew about, could teach you every section of rock you needed to know. She didn’t seem so into her surroundings, swaying the way she was, almost flighty. Though, that moment, the way she smirked as if an inside joke had been alerted, that part of her become frighteningly obvious for a moment. Her tail lifted, and for a moment it seemed she was trying to rank higher than male, something she’d never do. It became painfully obvious she was pointing at her favourite spot, where she could jump from rock to rock and stand upon the large boulder overlooking all of Lost Lake. <b>“I’ve been here as long as that boulder.” </b>
Like that would mean anything to Tlarx. He had asked for a certain date, a length of time. She had given him a riddle, an unsolvable one. She had not actually moved such a large stone in that position. She had merely trigged a landslide, could’ve died the first day, but had somehow managed to save her own skin and create a new platform. Then she went saving others who fell, like the silver wolf, a female whose name had been forgotten. Overlooking the border, the female tried again. <b>“Two days before that flower appeared.”</b>
A weed of some sort was growing between rock and grass around the lake, a small pointless thing, nearly dead. Something Treena watched daily when on patrol, like now, while listening to Tlarx her nose was on the ground searching for unknown scents, her mind still on the wildlife.<b> “Naira was still pregnant. I only had one meeting with the old pack, with Vafri and Rhysis, and Mist. Now we’re missing them all.”</b> She stopped her pacing, as if she had caught a smell, but seemed to think better of it and keep moving. <b>“A lot has changed. I’ve been thinking of challenging Chantille, she has been here longer than I, and I don’t know her well. I just wish to have more respect. You understand that, right Salamander Man?” </b>
She stopped again, this time not interested on her smelling, but on Tlarx. Shock crossed her face, as if she hadn’t meant to admit the words, like she needed to explain herself before he got the wrong idea. <b>“I don’t think <i>badly</i> of her at all. She is an amazing healer, or at least, from what I’ve heard.” </b> Another couple steps past before she realized how far she had gone. As if torn between going further and leaving Tlarx behind, or finishing her conversation then returning. She lifted her nose off the ground and thought, lips pursing. A couple seconds past before she did turn back and walk towards Tlarx, almost frustrated with her choice. <b>“I am the lowest of all the wolves. No one is below me. I cannot raise my tail higher than anyone.”</b> She snorted, rolling her magical eyes. <b>“I hate it.”</b>
Sex: Male
